I was born at 9:30 am (or 9:30 pm; I can never remember) on November 4, 1981 which means in one month sometime around either 9:30 am or 9:30 pm, I will turn thirty years old!
Turning thirty was something I never thought about…until I turned 29.
Suddenly, age and accomplishments mattered.
Even though I received my degree, got married and became a homeowner in my 20’s, I still don’t feel like I’ve accomplished anything truly amazing.
In middle and high school, I was voted “Most Likely To Succeed.”
Lately, I feel like a wasted vote.
Another woman without her own TV show.
Or summer home in France.
Or Orlando Bloom on her speed-dial.
Or a full-time job!
Or health insurance!
Or carpet that didn’t smell like dog urine!
After making a mental list of all the things I’m not and don’t have, I’m beginning to dread turning thirty. I don’t want to leave another decade as a never-was.
It wasn’t until I had a few talks with a few friends that I realized (hello!) I really have found success.
I have a supportive husband, loving friends, a praying Momma. Not only that, I have:
1. Self love.
2. Emotional maturity.
3. Strong and loving relationships.
Of course, realizing these things doesn’t mean that I have mastered them.
Thankfully, success is a journey…not a moment.